One on the nose, one on the chin,You bruise so easy, so why stay
with him?He uses you just like a human punching bag.But you
don't complain, you're too scared to speak.Anyway, it
only really hurts you when you laugh,And when you eat.But you
can't break the pattern, week after week.The bruises
show,But he must be special otherwise you'd just get up and
go.You'll never let us knowExactly how you feel.What's
the use, the cynics say it's no excuse,You keep running
back just to get a little bit of abuse.You say it's
okay,But I say that it's not right.You wind him up, but
you're living in fear,You keep going back but it ends in
tears, oh.That's quite a cut on the side of your head.Is it
from his fist, or did you really fall out of bed?Oh, so
uncouth,Excuse me, is this your tooth?Why do you stay, no one
knows.Do you really love him, or are you too scared to
go?You're always nervous and on the edge of tears.You cry
alone,But you never tell us what it's like when you get
back home.No one will ever knowBecause you never
show.What's the use,Everyone says you've got no
excuse,You keep running back just to get a little bit of
abuse.You say it's okay,But I say that it's not
right.Oh, it's your secret, it's your life, who am I
to criticize?It takes two sides to know it's true,And
maybe, he'll stay in love with you.No one will ever
know,Because you never show.